I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

After some time, under Madam Lin's complicated gaze, Shen Xi and Nagasaki Asuna got up and left.

Lin Xuanqi stepped out of the elevator and bumped into the two of them. She was stunned. "Shen Xi? What are you doing here?"

"None of your business." Shen Xi said expressionlessly as she brushed past her.

Asuna Nagasaki smiled and nodded at her, then followed.

Lin Xuanqi watched the elevator doors close, completely bewildered. She pursed her lips and quickly walked to the corner of the terrace. "Mother, what did she want with you?"

"My darling daughter is here!" Mrs. Lin smiled and opened her arms to hug her, then glanced back, "Where's Cheng Fei? Didn't you bring him?"

"Him? He's chatting happily with that young lady downstairs." Lin Xuanqi scoffed, sat down in front of Madam Lin, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Such a thing happens? You'd better keep a close eye on her, or she might get kidnapped." Madam Lin looked genuinely worried.

"It's good that she ran away; I'm happy to have some peace and quiet." Lin Xuanqi crossed one leg and lazily yawned.

"Easy for you to say. Don't come crying to me when you get dumped." Mrs. Lin laughed sarcastically.

"He dares to dump me? I'll chop him up!" Lin Xuanqi raised an eyebrow and glared at the air beside her.

"Miss Lin, you're so heartless." Madam Lin laughed even harder, her laughter shaking her head, before finally stopping. "When will his roadshow begin?"

"Let's wait until the dinner party ends, around eight o'clock."

"That's a pity, I don't have time to watch it." Madam Lin sighed regretfully.

"What's so regrettable? What's so interesting about it?" Lin Xuanqi said irritably.

“Oh, you don’t understand. If you can’t keep an eye on him, I’ll have to step in. The Lin family line must continue.” Madam Lin said seriously.

"Mother, are you really out of your mind?" Lin Xuanqi slammed her hand on the table, her tone turning unfriendly.

"Jealous, huh?" Madam Lin gloated.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

"Sister Yufei, that's basically it. If you don't believe me, how about we try it out with ten million?" Cheng Fei finished speaking in one breath, his mouth dry, and picked up his teacup to take a sip of water.

The young woman with the dangerously styled hair smiled at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Alright, since you're so confident, I'll let you subscribe for ten million."

"Really? Don't worry, Sister Yufei, I definitely won't let you down." The boy quickly put down his teacup.

"However, I have a condition." Song Yufei changed the subject.

"What are the conditions?" The young man took another sip of tea.

"When are you going to teach my little one to play the piano? I think you play much better than those teachers at the music academy," Song Yufei said confidently.

"Sister Yufei, that's an exaggeration." The boy covered his mouth as if he had choked.

"The condition was a joke, but I really think you play very well. I have a custom-made Steinberg at home, don't you want to give it a try?" Song Yufei smiled.

"Sister Yufei, to be honest, I want to go but I don't dare to." The boy carefully chose his words.

"What's there to be afraid of? Are you worried that Xuanqi will be jealous?"

"No, I'm afraid my brother-in-law will be jealous." The boy's expression was cautious.

"It's okay, I got divorced when I was pregnant with my baby." Song Yufei tossed her hair and kept smiling.

Cheng Fei seemed to choke on his words and fell silent.

Just as the young man was working hard to attract clients for his fund, a smartly dressed young man approached him, bent down, and smiled brightly, "Cheng Fei, right? Do you have time to chat?"

Seeing this, Song Yufei smiled and stood up, "I just need to take care of something, you two chat."

The young man named Yuan Shijie watched Song Yufei walk away, then plopped down in her seat, took out a gilded lighter and an unidentified cigarette, and handed one to Cheng Fei.

"No, thank you." The boy shook his head nonchalantly.

Yuan Shijie didn't seem to care, and lit a cigarette with practiced ease. "I heard you're Xiaolin's boyfriend?"

"Probably," the boy said calmly.

Yuan Shijie looked him up and down, smiled, and said, "You're quite handsome, no wonder."

"Likewise." Cheng Fei also sized him up.

The young man had a bronze complexion, and a dent on his temple that was hard to tell whether it was a birthmark or a wound, which added a touch of roguishness to the businessman's appearance.

"You're a fund manager at Lin's? I saw your roadshow presentation." Yuan Shijie exhaled a puff of smoke and flicked the ash from the ashtray on the table.

"Yes, are you interested in investing?" the boy asked seriously.

"Investment?" Yuan Shijie looked at him and smiled.

"What's wrong?" The boy remained unmoved.

“I won’t invest; we’re in the same industry,” Yuan Shijie said quickly.

"What exactly does Zhenyuan Group do?" the boy asked curiously.

“I do whatever makes money. My father used to work in engineering, and he almost won the project for this bridge. If he had succeeded, he could be a director in Academy City now. What a pity.” Yuan Shijie pointed to the ground and shook his head. “I work in securities, which is similar to what Xiaolin does.”

"That's a pity," the boy shook his head.

Yuan Shijie looked him over again, a cryptic smile on his face. "You've achieved so much at such a young age. You really know how to seize opportunities. The Lin family consists of just the mother and daughter. With such a large fortune, whoever comes along will have it."

"It's not necessary to talk about whose it is, it's just about making a living." The boy shook his head.

“However,” Yuan Shijie paused, gazing out the window and stroking his chin, his tone serious, “I think that no matter how delicious some meat is, you need a big enough stomach to eat it. I suggest—and this is just a suggestion—that you know when to stop. Without a background or the ability to back it up, you might end up in serious trouble.”

721. Cheng Fei's roadshow did not go smoothly.

There was a moment of silence between them.

"You're not going to send someone to kill me, are you?" Cheng Fei asked, feigning concern.

"What a joke, murder?" Yuan Shijie met his gaze, then chuckled. "What era are we living in? This is a society governed by law. Besides, you're just a student. I have no reason to do such a thing."

"That's good." The boy patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "You just need to kill Lin Xuanqi, don't look for me."

"What do you mean I killed Lin Xuanqi, Cheng Fei? This is the first time I've ever heard you talk like that. Do I look like that kind of person?" Yuan Shijie patted his shoulder as if he had heard something amusing, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out of his eyes.

"Brother Yuan, I was just kidding." The young man laughed as he picked up his teacup and poured him some tea as well.

Suddenly, the two became very friendly, looking like familiar friends from a distance.

"Alright, I'll go over there and have a chat with someone. I wish you a successful roadshow." Yuan Shijie stubbed out his cigarette, picked up his teacup, drank it in one gulp, and got up to leave.

Cheng Fei didn't even look at him, and continued drinking his tea.

A voice, utterly devoid of disdain, rang out behind the boy: "The stench of money emanating from some people is becoming increasingly repulsive."

Cheng Fei turned around and saw Shen Xi squinting with disdain. Nagasaki Asuna followed behind. The two girls, dressed formally in dark dresses, had a different charm than usual.

"You two are very cute today too." The boy smiled and looked them over.

"Hehehe~ How's Cheng Fei's work going?" Nagasaki Asuna asked with a sweet smile.

"Thankfully, it doesn't officially start until later." The young man stood up, hands in his pockets. "Have you seen Madam Lin?"

"Let's talk somewhere else." Shen Xi raised her chin to look at him.

The three then left the VIP lounge and went to a quiet viewing corridor outside.

Cheng Fei stood to one side, while Shen Xi and Nagasaki Asuna stood on the other side, keeping a distance from him.

"So what's the situation?" The boy leaned on the railing, looking down at the night view of Academy City through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shen Xi remained expressionless and silent.

"I asked around, and it seems Mrs. Lin isn't the murderer?" Nagasaki Asuna tilted her head, her hands behind her back.

Cheng Fei raised an eyebrow. "Teacher Shen, it seems you can restore relations with the Lin family? That's truly cause for celebration."

"Sorry, I'm not Cheng Feiyu. I don't just blindly chase after money." Shen Xi sneered and tossed her hair.

"Teacher Shen, what are you saying? Isn't Mrs. Lin your aunt? We're all family. Since she's not the murderer, isn't that a happy ending for everyone?" The boy shrugged.

"Heh, the problem hasn't been solved, so I don't understand what's so great about it. Or is Cheng Feiyu just relieved to know that Madam Lin isn't so ruthless?" Shen Xi stared at him.

“Teacher Shen, you’re still the same as always.” The boy shook his head helplessly and rubbed his chin. “Of course, we should continue the investigation. Now that we’ve pretty much ruled out the suspicion of relatives, we should consider other stakeholders, such as superiors, subordinates, and colleagues.”

"How do we investigate this?" Shen Xi's eyes flickered.

"Let's look for it little by little. I'll go with you to your mother's old workplace to inquire about the situation first." The boy shrugged.

"I understand." The girl lowered her eyes.

"Um, there's something else." Nagasaki Asuna thought for a moment, "I think we could also investigate Shen Xi's hospitalization back then?"

"Psychiatry? Why?" Cheng Fei glanced at Shen Xi without saying a word.

"Mrs. Lin said that Shen Xi was hospitalized before the incident, and Shen Xi's mother was also busy with this matter. When Mrs. Lin described the situation back then, I always felt that there was something worth paying attention to?" Nagasaki Asuna tapped her chin with her fingertips.

Cheng Fei recalled the video on Lin Wanqing's phone. The day before Lin Wanqing committed suicide was Shen Xi's birthday. Lin Wanqing and the nurses sang a birthday song for Shen Xi in the ward.

"Nana, it seems your profiling skills are working again?" The boy smacked his lips. "Then go check it out."

Shen Xi stood between the two, expressionless, looking out the window at the endless night, offering no opinion.

The three had a brief conversation and then parted ways. The commemorative dinner proceeded according to the schedule. Before the dinner began, Mrs. Lin and some important figures gave some uninteresting speeches, but we will leave that aside for now.

After the dinner, Mrs. Lin and the important figures quickly disappeared, and Lin Xuanqi also went with them, seemingly to discuss something.

When Cheng Fei went downstairs to prepare for his roadshow, he bumped into someone.

The young woman with long, wavy brown hair walked briskly, looked up and saw the boy; both of them paused for a moment.

"Reporter Tang, what are you doing here?" Cheng Fei looked at the suspicious person he had seen in Jiangcheng last time who was associated with the Deep Blue Foundation, with suspicion.

He tried to probe the other party's intentions by chatting with them several times on WeChat, but was always evaded.

"As a reporter, of course I'm here to gather information." Tang Yu smiled and rolled up the documents in her hand into a microphone. "By the way, you actually lied to me last time that your surname was Shen. President Cheng, you have a roadshow today, would it be convenient for you to grant an interview?"

"The interviews will have to wait until after the event," the boy said irritably.

"Okay, but something's come up tonight, so I probably won't have a chance later." Tang Yu packed up her things, a slightly mischievous smile on her face.

"What do you mean there's no chance?" the boy raised an eyebrow.

"You'll find out when the time comes. Anyway, it doesn't matter to you. I'm leaving now. See you next time." Tang Yu waved her hand and hurried away as if in a hurry.

"Hey." Cheng Fei watched her walk into the elevator, barely managing to stop this riddle-solving person.

The young man checked the time, temporarily abandoned thinking about her question, and went to the venue prepared for him to conduct the first roadshow of his professional career.

"...Lin's fund products have withstood the test of multiple bull and bear cycles, and enjoy high praise among professional institutions and investors for their long-term excellent product performance. Lin's first quantitative product has been officially launched, and we believe many friends are full of curiosity. Today, we have invited Mr. Cheng Fei, the quantitative fund manager of Lin's, to talk to you about Lin's disruptive quantitative algorithm."

In the small room, as the host finished speaking, a tall and upright young man walked onto the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Good evening, fellow investors. Today I'm going to talk about something very simple." The excessively young man, microphone in hand, surveyed the room with an air of confidence. "Is there an algorithm in this world that can surpass all existing investment strategies and generate stable and high returns?"

A casually uttered sentence attracted everyone's attention.

Shen Xi and Nagasaki Asuna sat in the back row watching him; the former had a cold expression, while the latter had a smile on her face.

As the boy on stage began to speak, a pretty girl with her hair in a bun quietly walked in and casually leaned against the wall to join the listening.

after a while.

"Alright, next is the Q&A session. Please raise your hand if you have any questions, and Mr. Cheng Fei will answer them for you."

As the host finished speaking, without warning, a dull thud accompanied by a noticeable tremor in the floor reached everyone's ears.

"earthquake?"

"It looks like something exploded."

The person who was about to raise their hand to ask a question looked up at the swaying chandelier with a puzzled expression.

Cheng Fei, who was about to answer the question, was also stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of what Tang Yu had said earlier.

Then, the lights in the entire building went out briefly and then came back on. A crackling sound of electricity came from somewhere, as if the power supply system had also malfunctioned.

The unsettling words rang clearly in everyone's ears through the broadcast: "Lin family, Song family, your good days are over..."

"what's the situation?"

"mischief?"